Every time the academic year comes to a close I find myself in a transitional lurch. From super structure and routine I am catapulted into the complete opposite before I even know what’s happened. Sounds wonderful, you say? It is, to be sure. But my obsessive need to be doing gives me a guilt trip like no other when routine disappears. We’ve already spent several nights in a row staying up late to watch way too many episodes of The Fall on Netflix. Consequently, (my night owl husband unfazed) the next morning doesn’t start nearly as early as I’d hoped. And man, the guilt starts creeping on in….
I have woken up every day this week thinking it was Friday. A cruel Groundhog Day of sorts. And while I won’t analyze too deeply why this is so, my disappointment in realizing it is not Friday quickly dissolves as I quietly leave our house in the cold, early hours to head to coach morning practice. There is such a peaceful stillness at that hour. The Christmas lights that outline the houses on my route blink and twinkle silently. Secretly. And while it is not Friday, I am once again excited for the holiday season. Groundhog Day continues….
There’s something so nostalgic about baking cookies. Whether you’ve made a cookie recipe a million times or never, the ritual is a familiar one. Combining the dough, taking a little taste only to make sure its just right, rolling it in your hands, filling the baking sheet with even rows, and waiting anxiously to try the first one out of the oven….
I have always had a strange love/hate relationship with bananas. I really want to like them for all the practical reasons – they’re healthy, portable, and low maintenance. But every time I buy them, the optimism I had in the grocery store about eating a banana all on its own quickly dwindles and they sit on my counter and go uneaten. It’s weird, I know. We drove down to southern Missouri this last weekend for a lake trip with friends (I always forget how beautiful the Ozark region of Missouri is!). Prior to the trip, I bought bananas, forgot to pack them in the car, and knew without a doubt I would not want to eat them when we returned….
I traveled to NYC this week for work and was able to spend Cinco de Mayo with old colleagues and friends. In anticipation of this, I have had limes on the brain. Summer break on the brain is more like it. But first things first. So before I left town I made a batch of coconut macaroons stuffed with dark chocolate (if I can find a way to add chocolate to something, I will) with a hint of lime zest and packed them in my carry-on.
Macaroons are probably not your go to in-flight snack, but these coconut-y, sweet, lime-y confections kept me from starving as I discovered my chosen airline no longer provides fancy peanuts. I say, coconut lime macaroons for all!…